Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Nas,
MDC,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.